The Ghost King is angry, black clouds are surging, like a ball of ink rolling, and there are dark winds. It seems that there are evil spirits dormant inside, making people feel chilled all over.
As soon as the three words "You are seeking death" came out, an evil aura brewed in the black cloud, and the Ghost King was about to attack Bai Yang.
As a powerful person in the realm of Shinto True Lord, he occupies a very important position in the Blood Lotus Religion. He directly obeys the orders of the leader and decides the life and death of countless people with one word. Who dares to talk to him like this? He even threatened to kill him, if not
If Bai Yang is destroyed, will he still have the face to appear in front of others?
On the city wall, Bai Yang squinted at the black cloud and said coldly: "Let me die? Just you?"
"die!"
The cold voice of the Ghost King came from the black cloud, without any emotion, as if Bai Yang was already a dead person.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, he took action directly. In his eyes, Bai Yang was just an ant that could be destroyed with a flip of his hand.
Poplars can fly? Can they ride on the wind? A real person? He is a real king, and a real person is not enough in front of him.
"Roar……"
An evil roar that chilled people's bones sounded in the black clouds. The next moment, a sinister wind blew between heaven and earth, and an evil monster rushed out of the black clouds, only charging towards the poplars.
What came out of the black cloud was a person, but not a person.
His whole body was pitch black and he was not solid at all. His dark eyes were like black holes, with black light pulsing around him. He was surrounded by black energy, and he was holding a long black sword that was also not solid.
Seeing the appearance of this evil thing, thousands of people below were trembling with chills. It was so evil that one felt like they were in an ice cellar at a glance.
There are only wrong names in the world, but there are no wrong nicknames. Although the King of Ghosts is a Shinto monk, he follows the evil heretic, kills people, takes their souls, and refines them into evil ghosts for him to drive. He has weird methods.
"An evil ghost comparable to the realm of a master?" In the distance, above the sky, when he saw the evil figure, Yu Cansong, who was dressed in a golden robe, raised his eyebrows. Then, he looked at the white poplars on the city wall, curious.
What means does Bai Yang have to resolve this crisis?
Judging from the cultivation level of Yu Cangsong's Grand Master, one can certainly see the cultivation level of Baiyang Yin Shen. Yin Shen and Zhenjun are two different realms apart. How to resolve this?
"That was the head of the Songlin Sect, who was cultivated at the level of a master, and was actually killed and refined into an evil ghost?"
Outside the city wall, on the top of the big tree, one of the first people to arrive, Master Jun, saw the evil ghost rushing towards Baiyang muttering to himself, with a flash of surprise in his eyes.
He obviously knew the evil ghost when he was alive, but at this time, the other person had turned into an evil ghost, had no thoughts, and was enslaved by others.
Many people's eyes flickered at this time, and they had a glimmer of enlightenment in their hearts.
Yes, the world is in chaos now, and the demons of the Blood Lotus Sect are killing creatures everywhere to refine evil methods. How can it be as convenient as it is now in peacetime?
The evil sword-wielding ghost flying out of the black cloud was very fast and erratic. In a flash, it appeared several meters away from Baiyang Bai, and would appear in front of him the next moment.
Facing the evil ghost coming from the sky, Bai Yang's heart tightened. It was a sense of crisis coming from the depths of his soul. The evil ghost holding a sword was enough to threaten his life!
"Master, be careful," Mao Mao exclaimed. Just like countless times before, he immediately appeared next to Bai Yang with a sword.
Bai Yang narrowed his eyes and faced the evil ghost coming from the sky. He smiled and said, "Old Dan, take care of him and give you a chance to show off."
Beside him, the blind Shan Qiulin Yun Danfengqing looked stunned for a moment, then chuckled.
He couldn't see it, but that didn't mean he couldn't feel it. The evil ghost was coming. He took a step forward and raised the wooden sword in his hand. It was a wooden sword made of rotten wood with insect eyes on it.
Who is that person? Blind? Disabled? A warrior, holding a piece of broken wood to face an evil spirit equivalent to a master? Are you kidding me?
Seeing this scene, countless people below the city wall were stunned.
Roar!
The evil ghost flew over, let out an evil roar that was not living things, and swung the sword forward in his hand.
Wuwuwu..., there was a strong wind between heaven and earth, but only the sound of wind was heard, and there was no wind blowing around at all.
The evil ghost swung his long sword, and a three-meter-long evil jet-black sword light appeared and slashed at the poplar on the city wall.
That jet-black sword light didn't give people a sharp feeling, nor did it stir up the wind and clouds like the sword light driven by the warrior's true energy. However, it just made people feel chilled all over!
The method of Shinto monks is not to target the physical body, but to kill the enemy from the source.
If this sword light strikes a person, the body may be fine, but the soul will definitely be torn apart by the sword. This is the magic of Shinto monks, or to be more precise, this is the magical method of evil spirits.
Evil ghosts are no longer living beings, but evil spirits, evil things.
Facing the sinister sword light, Shan Qiulin's expression remained unchanged and the wooden sword in his hand moved forward!
The wooden sword points out, without earth-shattering power, just as plain as a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, very natural and peaceful.
However, when the sword was handed out, the invisible air at the tip of the wooden sword was like a stone dropped on the calm water, causing ripples in circles!
Buzz…
The ripples spread, and the Yinxie sword light paused, then collapsed and turned into Yinxie energy, dissipated, and was extinguished.
"Destroy!" Dan Qiulin spat out the word softly.
When he said this word, the wooden sword in his hand was handed forward again.
Buzz!
At the tip of the sword, the air was still twisting, ripples were surging forward, the void seemed to freeze, and the body of the evil ghost coming from across the sky was stunned.
The next moment, the evil ghost's body was torn to pieces in the twisting void like a piece of paper, turning into black evil energy and disappearing without a trace!
Destroyed, the evil ghost was destroyed!
On the city wall, Shan Qiulin put away his sword and took a step back, his expression calm, as if nothing happened.
Jing, outside the city wall, fell into a strange silence at this moment.
An evil ghost, an evil ghost with a cultivation level equivalent to that of a master, was actually killed by that blind man with a wooden sword? And it was just one sword!
How was it done? What was the method?
Many people's eyes flickered as they looked at the blind Shan Qiulin, realizing something. When they looked at him again, their eyes changed. They no longer regarded him as a scumbag martial artist.
In the void, a trace of surprise flashed across the face of Yu Cangsong, who was in the Grand Master realm. The martial arts will, that scumbag in the martial arts realm, has actually understood the martial arts will? The evil ghost was not so much killed by his sword.
It would be better to say that he was killed by his sharp sword-like will. He used his own will to activate the sword technique and mobilize the power of heaven and earth for his own use. How is this possible? He is just a martial arts disciple. The will of martial arts cannot reach this point without being a great master.
?
"Interesting" Luo Guangyuan, who was stepping on the bloody tiger on the other side, said to himself.
A scumbag martial artist actually understood the will of martial arts. Even though he is very weak, a martial artist only has this understanding. Once he grows up, his achievements will be limitless!
On the city wall, Bai Yang raised his eyebrows, and a hint of surprise flashed across his face. He didn't expect that Shan Qiulin had really done it. He gave Shan Qiulin a strange look, and Bai Yang grinned and said: "Old Dan, you can pretend like this, but it's a pity that
Ah, you can't see it. If you could see the shocked eyes in front of you, you would feel very happy."
Shan Qiulin was unmoved, as if he had done an insignificant thing, and calmly shook his head and said: "The sword technique I created has not been completely perfected yet. It can even be said that this move has not been perfected yet. Now I can use it."
Go out, destroying one evil ghost is already the limit."
Bai Yang flipped Bai Yang, pretend, keep pretending, don't think I don't know that you still have a big move that is useless, didn't I see the whirlpool around you when you faced the blood baby...
"It's interesting, it's really interesting. The little martial artist actually understood the will of martial arts. Very good, really good. You made my heart move. I will kill you and refine your soul into an evil ghost so that you can continue to grow.
Go down and be driven by me, maybe you can really surprise me one day in the future! The treasure bred by the dragon vein, no matter what it is, getting your soul is already worth every penny!"
A gloomy voice echoed throughout the audience.
The voice came from the black clouds. The True King of Ghosts was not only not angry at Shan Qiulin for killing one of his evil ghosts, but he was actually very happy.
Obviously, the Ghost King has taken a liking to Shan Qiulin and wants to refine his soul into a puppet.
Faced with this kind of rhetoric, Shan Qiulin remained calm and unmoved by external things.
Bai Yang narrowed his eyes, looked at Hei Yun and said with a smile: "Ghost King Zhenjun? Don't you dare to see the thing that hides its head and tail? Use whatever tricks you have. I'm afraid you won't have a chance later, don't tell me
I didn’t give you a chance to use it!”
Countless people below raised their eyebrows. Is this Bai Yang really mentally retarded? Is it enough to have angered a Shinto Lord several times?
"Hehehe, since you want to die, then I will help you!" The Ghost King said with a sinister smile.
"Wait a minute," Bai Yang suddenly said when the Ghost King was about to take action again.
What kind of mischief does this person want to do? The person below had a weird look on his face, and even the Ghost King Zhenjun suppressed his anger subconsciously.
Bai Yang looked at the black cloud and said with a smile: "I'll settle the score with you later. Now I'll deal with other things."
"Haha, you are going to die anyway, let me see what you want to do," the Ghost King said with great interest.
Bai Yang nodded, looked outside the city wall and said, "Before, someone seemed to want to kill my kitten?"
While speaking, Bai Yang looked coldly at the Shinto monk on the Bibo River, the first to arrive at the real-life realm. He was standing in the void with a three-inch blood-red sword swimming above his head.
Although Bai Yang was in the valley before, Bai Yang saw this scene of the Shinto master using the magic weapon to kill the kitten, so how could he let it go?
"Master," Mao Mao said worriedly.
Everyone followed Bai Yang's gaze and looked at the Shinto master, who suddenly became the target of public criticism.
"Humph!" Facing everyone's gaze, he snorted coldly, and the red light of the small sword above his head loomed.
With a chuckle, Bai Yang looked at the other person and said coldly: "If you want to kill my cat, no one can save you, just die!"
"Just you? I'll kill you first!" the other party said coldly.
After all, he is also a Shinto real person. He was threatened by Bai Yang in front of so many people. If he didn't take action yet, there was no need to mess around because he had no face.
call out!
The small red sword flew out from above his head and rose to three meters in the face of the storm. The flames spurted out and turned into a big flaming bird, rushing towards the poplar with a billowing heat wave...
